RMM -Chapter 266 It’s Not Good for a Wife to Be Too Silly

“What are you laughing at? How dare you still laugh!”

Seeing Feng Weijia grinning mischievously, He Wen felt uncomfortable all over, as if something was lingering on her. She couldn’t help but snap.

Sigh, Feng Weijia felt a pang in his heart. What kind of strange preference did he have, being so deeply smitten with a woman like her? Could it be that he had a masochistic streak?

“What’s wrong with me laughing? I’m expressing my friendliness. Should I sit here with a cold face all day? You actually have a taste for that?”

Feng Weijia’s smile didn’t waver; he teased He Wen calmly and without hurry.

“Get lost.” He Wen pulled out the chair in front of her, sat down, and leaned back comfortably, letting out a relaxed sigh.

So tired?

Feng Weijia raised an eyebrow, a glint of thought passing through his eyes. Had he perhaps assigned her too much work? Otherwise, why would just sitting down make her feel so relaxed?

“What’s got you so irritable?”

Looking at He Wen, eyes half-closed, lips slightly upturned, she resembled a cat basking lazily in the afternoon sun—languid, cozy, and utterly captivating.

“What are you pretending to be dumb for?” He Wen glanced at Feng Weijia, lazy and dismissive. “I already told you, I’ve been busy lately. Do the unnecessary tasks yourself; don’t drag me into everything. I don’t have the time. But why are these trivial matters multiplying instead of decreasing? Are you deliberately making things difficult because you can’t stand me?”

There was one thought He Wen didn’t voice but added in her mind: why does every task involve you?

She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud—it felt weird and awkward.

Feng Weijia listened to He Wen’s complaints. Rubbing his hands together, he smiled faintly, teasing, “What could be more important than work? Rushing home to show filial respect to your parents, or moonlighting somewhere for extra cash?”

Regarding He Wen’s work, the two had clashed numerous times. Though Feng Weijia always compromised in the moment, in the end, reality showed that he always won.

He wasn’t afraid to admit fault and “change,” because he knew the advantage remained in his hands.

No need for argument—every time He Wen fussed at him, she would have more free time the next day. But day after day, she’d gradually get busy again, inevitably entangled in work revolving around Feng Weijia.

It was obvious: Feng Weijia had recruited He Wen not to make her work for him, but out of selfish considerations. Naturally, all her tasks revolved around him, fully part of his “chase-the-wife” plan.

Therefore, Feng Weijia would never truly compromise on this.

“Extra cash? I don’t need those coins!” He Wen snapped, her irritability rising again. Recently, she needed to focus entirely on “hunting down the fox spirit.” Every minute was precious! How could she waste time on Feng Weijia?

If the fox spirit wasn’t dealt with, she would have to take a day off. How could she let Ruo Ruo face Zhou Yunzhen alone, weak and vulnerable?

That wouldn’t do! Zhou Yunzhen’s mind was deeper than the ocean. What if Ruo Ruo accidentally fell into her trap?

Besides, Su Ruo’s matters were He Wen’s business. That made Zhou Yunzhen her enemy too. How could she sit idly by?

“What’s so urgent that it can’t wait a day? If you won’t work properly, what do you plan to do all day?”

Feng Weijia couldn’t agree to reduce He Wen’s workload easily. He probed, thinking of how to persuade her to “come back around.”

“Mind your own business! I’ve got serious, urgent matters these days. Don’t disturb me, or you’ll regret it!”

He Wen glared at the curious Feng Weijia and snorted disdainfully.

Feng Weijia sighed wearily. As her superior, couldn’t he ask why she refused work? And as her future husband, couldn’t he inquire about her daily life? She was acting so mysterious—how could he not investigate? If there was danger, what would he do?

“He Wen, be reasonable. I’ve treated you so well, and yet you’re so ungrateful! Go check—whose subordinates have benefits like yours? Who dares talk back to their superior like you do? And who has a boss as gentle as me? Only you. You don’t appreciate it; you’re getting harsher toward me. How can someone act like that?”

Feng Weijia spoke earnestly, a mix of exasperation and grievance. Even He Wen couldn’t help softening her arrogant, domineering expression, her face growing conflicted.

Feng Weijia was a cunning fox. If he argued harshly, He Wen might have packed up and left immediately. But his humble, “wronged husband” act left her flustered, unsure how to respond.

He Wen was typical—soft approaches worked, hard ones didn’t. The same event could produce drastically different results depending on approach.

As someone who’d faced countless setbacks, Feng Weijia noticed this immediately. Why not exploit it? Seeing He Wen conflicted before him, he felt secretly pleased.

He Wen realized he was right. Though he often pushed her hard, he was fair. With her temper, no one else would have tolerated it—most would have exploded by now. Feeling guilty, she thought: she’d been ungrateful. She wasn’t that kind of person!

“I wasn’t being harsh… I was just anxious and spoke without thinking. You know I’m straightforward; I didn’t mean it. Don’t misunderstand me.”

He Wen’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing, looking anxious and pitiful.

Feng Weijia enjoyed seeing her unsettled. Finally, He Wen was uneasy because of him—did that mean she cared?

He felt good inside, but kept a distressed look on his face. Any slip now, and he’d lose leverage forever.

“He Wen, do you dislike me? Hate that I brought you to the company, hate that I disturb you, assign so much work? You want to leave me, don’t you?”

Feng Weijia sighed, a touch of bitterness in his voice. He Wen had never seen him like this, and she felt uneasy.

“No! Don’t misunderstand. I don’t dislike you. I think you’re great, really! I enjoy working with you. I don’t want to leave.”

He Wen blurted out a stream of contradictions—just moments ago, she genuinely found him annoying and hated the work.

Feng Weijia knew she was lying, but he delighted in taking it seriously, enjoying every moment.

“Really?”

Seeing his expression finally lighten, He Wen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded enthusiastically, completely unaware of the wolf tail swaying behind him.

“Really! Absolutely really!”

“Then,” Feng Weijia’s eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction, “you won’t leave, right? My actions toward you have reasons. You gain experience now, learn to handle things independently, so even if you leave me in the future, you won’t suffer losses at others’ hands.”

His lie was brazen, unblinking, yet seemed noble and considerate. The truth: his only aim was to trick He Wen into staying.

Hearing this, He Wen felt even more guilty. She’d always assumed Feng Weijia was a ruthless, scheming man. Never imagined the “reason” was this.

She felt touched—he’d been thinking about her so much, and she’d been so harsh.

“I… I didn’t expect you to consider me so much. I wouldn’t have acted so harshly if I’d known. It’s my fault. I’ll change, work properly, and repay you.”

He Wen was overwhelmed with emotion, unaware the scene was pure fabrication by Feng Weijia. A tiny corner of her heart softened under the warmth.

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly added, “I won’t leave! I’ll stay and work here!”

Feng Weijia was stunned that his random lie worked so well. Then he felt a pang of responsibility. This silly girl… maybe it’s not good for a wife to be too foolish.